Fairytale in the woods

“But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.” ― Stephen King, ‘Salem’s Lot

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After a lovely trip, I’m back to a 48 hours strike in Athens, but the images I’ve gathered in Bulgaria are keeping my good mood and the smile on my face! Hi everyone, how have you been?

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Fairytale in the woods

Roudozem town

Yellow maple

Mountain delight

Kichika hills

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© 2012 Broken Sparkles

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Autumn

Autumn

Lost in a storm of amber leaves, I waste
the last drop of summer to save a whisper
from the climbing roses you laid out for me,
to hold their ruby glow with the risk to blind me.

No butterflies, no blossoms stay behind to see me cry
together with the inevitable mist of clouds.
Over drowned solstice fires, I harvest the seeds of grief,
your face grows dim, consumed by the revenge of Nature.

I wake up, naked, in a naked forest, hazel shadows
sword your message through the wind. And the skies,
a pallet floating in gruesome hue and saturation,

remind me of roads never traveled,
of lands never swept by innocent laughter,
of broken hearts that declare the debut of Autumn.

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“Leaves and memories” by Sonam Mandal

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Summer Segue

“Summer Segue” is a co- write with Corina from Dragon’s Dreams, which I think is right on time because summer here is now gone. I completely enjoyed collaborating with Corina, thank you dear friend for the fun shared! And you, lovely readers, enjoy the poem! I am back from my little trip, expect my visits soon! Love & Peace …

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Summer Segue

When the leaves change their dresses for the Fall Masquerade,
to glide through the cool, blue Autumn air,
the last essence of bellflowers, the final breath of a sea tide,
disappear under the bullet-like drops of sapphire rain.

Summer sighs, in its languid, lover’s way,
preparing for a bed of waving, golden fields.
Picnic blankets, children’s giggles in the park fall under a spell,
logs and glares in the fire place, in every living room there is a piano that plays.

Apple boughs hang heavy, ready for the cider press,
while squirrels skitter to and from, frantically gathering shadow-tailed treasures.
A symphony that carries crisp dewy mornings,
honors the colors of stories hidden in the landscape.

Soon, we will shiver in shorts and sandals,
As jackets and sweaters gain fashion’s favor.
It’s time to save the last bubbles of blazing solstice
and welcome the dance of the crops in the meadows.

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Visit Corina at http://dragonkatet.wordpress.com/

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"Summer fades away" by Lizzie Belle

 

© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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